Open your mouths. Say Ba-a-a-a-a......
Feel silly? Well, step out of the herd and demand your rights.
Like information, for instance. Like the Coronavirus R rate.
All in Krys Is NOT Amused
Open your mouths. Say Ba-a-a-a-a......
Feel silly? Well, step out of the herd and demand your rights.
Like information, for instance. Like the Coronavirus R rate.
Somebody tweeted a “before and after” of the Rose Garden renovation at the White House. A photo of the old garden in spring, glorious with colorful tulips, and a shot of the freshly planted garden unveiled, green and white and pastel.
And there was....mayhem online.
I’ve discovered Renovation Island, the most insane HGTV fixer-upper show I’ve ever seen.
My first inkling of change came in front of the refrigerated meats case last week.
Shopping is so weird right now. It starts with the mask - covers my mouth, my nose, sometimes my eyes. Geez.
Since we‘re all desperate for something different to eat by now, I thought I‘d let you peek into my pots and learn how to make an old southern German standby: Spatzl.
I do not have a dog. So, dear readers, you’re going to have to help me here.
It’s a particular kind of hell when your child is quarantined in the nation’s current coronavirus hotspot.
It aggravates the tar out of me to see plastic bags still in daily use here in Virginia. The Chesapeake Bay, the ocean, our rivers and streams, our forests and fields and wildlife are right HERE!
It’s bad enough that nothing is left to the imagination anymore since stretch fabrics came into our lives, but visiting a hotel dining area should still require certain niceties before joining the crowd for eggs and bacon.